It’s all bugfuck. I have a clear memory of waiting on the bell in 2nd grade. When that bell went, the teacher said, “Dismissed.”, and we scattered like cockroaches.
Drop by your locker for whatever you need to swap out, go your way. (Yes, we had lockers and were responsible for making it to class with the appropriate materials, as well as the locks, starting in kindergarten.) You could hit the creek behind the school, walk home, bike home, get in your parent’s car, hop on any bus you chose, whatever.
Between helicopter parents and a waning public education, we’ve spent decades taking away the responsibilities of children, making them goose-step their whole school career, and we wonder what went wrong. Add social-media peer pressure to the mix, no wonder young people are scared to be “different”, step out of line.
12 years old I’d walk 1.5 miles home, crossing two major roads on the way. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t life threatening either. It was about the pace of the life I’d experience for the next 30 years.
Not saying we’ve gone soft on the kids - the world got kinda more fucked up - but like, maybe the pendulum swung too far the other way, ya know?
It’s all bugfuck. I have a clear memory of waiting on the bell in 2nd grade. When that bell went, the teacher said, “Dismissed.”, and we scattered like cockroaches.
Drop by your locker for whatever you need to swap out, go your way. (Yes, we had lockers and were responsible for making it to class with the appropriate materials, as well as the locks, starting in kindergarten.) You could hit the creek behind the school, walk home, bike home, get in your parent’s car, hop on any bus you chose, whatever.
Between helicopter parents and a waning public education, we’ve spent decades taking away the responsibilities of children, making them goose-step their whole school career, and we wonder what went wrong. Add social-media peer pressure to the mix, no wonder young people are scared to be “different”, step out of line.
I agree with all your points to at least some degree.
However, this kid is 3, and autistic. I can totally understand the alarm and concern.
Definitely. It is quite possible that the child is behind their peers verbally as well, further contributing to the issue.
12 years old I’d walk 1.5 miles home, crossing two major roads on the way. It wasn’t safe, it wasn’t life threatening either. It was about the pace of the life I’d experience for the next 30 years.
Not saying we’ve gone soft on the kids - the world got kinda more fucked up - but like, maybe the pendulum swung too far the other way, ya know?